watered in a brook that led into a pond below the village, and as the water had to be bailed out in buckets, and the horses watered from these, the process was quite an extended one.

This business over, our billets were assigned: almost all the Battery being quartered in one barn. The gate opened from the cross-roads in the center of town into a court surrounded on all four sides by a continuous brick building. One side of the building the people used as a house and the other three sides were barn. A loft under the eaves was approached by an iron ladder from the courtyard. Our home was in the loft. That night after supper our regimental band entertained us with a concert. We danced in the square with our heavy hobnailed shoes, so irrepressible was our happiness. Some of the interested inhabitants joined in and danced with us. The concert lasted until it was no longer possible to see, and then as the moon came up, we stood around talking until "taps" called us to our lofts.

Sunday morning, Palm Sunday, dawned as beautiful as the day before, and the spring sun rose higher and higher on an exquisite scene. The fat cattle grazing in the green meadows; the pond, guarded by its regiments of tall rushes, rejecting a sky of the purest blue; the distant hill climbing towards heaven in a purple mist: everything in nature most befitting a Palm Sunday. That afternoon on the shady lawn of the chateau the Chaplain gave an Easter sermon. It proved the last service we were to have in many a day.

Next day we were up long before the sun and ready to take up the march. It was a still chilly morn­

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